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As I sit in LGA waiting for an overdue departure to RIC, thoughts of mine continue to stir and echo. Two years ago I left NY two months after the premiere of the -Sex and the City- movie. I've never been a huge -Sex and the City- fan, but I did go see it with a friend. I groaned a bit while watching, feel in love with some shoes on the silver screen, and grew appalled at some of the story. Yet, Carrie going back to Big makes sense as they orbited around everyone. None-the-less... I will never say -Sex and the City- gave me an epiphany, but last night while watching it on HBO I couldn't help but laugh, sigh, and ponder. NY was my home not long after I moved, and it wasn't until the prolonged debacle with Jackass that I got irritable with Long Island. In all reality, I should admit what I have yet to do. I've always loved NY, much of my identity comes from it, and I've always enjoyed the residential enclaves of Queens. For years I spent an obscene amount of time i...